Page 23 of Bad Girl's Club

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STAR

Kale climbed into the bath first and guided me in. Wrapping his arms around me, he kissed every single bruise. He gave me a towel and put it behind my head. I lay my head back and closed my eyes. I wasn't ready for this, but I needed to be ready for another change. I needed to be what he needed me to be. I needed to be what I needed to be. I couldn't let this trauma take over me.

The bath felt as if it were washing away the realistic nightmare. I knew within my soul it wasn’t a nightmare. I knew it was real and there was nothing I could do to erase it, but washing the acts off of me would definitely help me dissociate.

The hot water soothed my aching legs and back. I couldn’t believe how many bruises I had on me. Would Kale hurt me like they did? Could Kale understand how to handle me? I didn’t even know how to handle myself.

Every time Kale went to touch me, I flinched. I wanted that to stop. I felt like he was going to attack me since I was vulnerable and ready to just forget. Would he give me worse memories?

“If you’re thinking something or something is on your mind, I want you to tell me. I can’t help you if we don’t communicate.” He whispered.

“I’m trying to clear my head and allow you to create the thoughts, but my brain keeps going the wrong way,” I admitted.

“Let me take control. You relax and go to a happy place. Dance with goddesses if that’s what you have to do. Let go of the pain and let me have control.” Kale said and it made the most sense.

He massaged my feet as I lay my head back on the towel. Another mind-blowing massage that would make things better. His hands on my body were comparable to a healer placing a healing spell on me. With every touch he made my body relax. With every word, I was able to let go more and more.

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Bathing with him proved to be magical. He was so gentle and nurturing. “Lean your head back and close your eyes. If it becomes too much, say whiskey. Deal?” I nodded.

“Use real words, babe. I need to know you’re paying attention and you want this. Whiskey.” He pushed me to places I never thought I would go. Not ever.

“I understand. Whiskey if I want to stop.” I spoke. He kissed me so hard and bit my lips. Kale lifted me onto the side of the tub and went between my legs and kissed my clit before diving his tongue into my wetness.

“My god, Star, you taste so delicious. I could have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!” He moaned, bringing his hand to replace his lips as he sucked on my clit.

“It feels so amazing, Kale. Please don’t stop.” I wanted to cry because I wanted this with him from the first time, I looked at him. The massage we shared solidified my wanting him; my regrets were slowly going away. I wanted him more and more.

Kale moved down my legs, kissing my thighs, moving to my knees, and then to my feet. “You have such a perfect body. I want you so badly right now.”

“Take me. Do your worst. I want your darkness to bring me out of mine.” I moaned.

“If it’s darkness you want, it’s darkness you will receive,” he growled.

Between the assault from his hands and mouth, I was ready to implode.

“I want you to turn around, put your elbows on the edge and arch your hips,” he instructed. I did as he said.

His mouth immediately went back to my wetness. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much.” He said placing his cock at my entrance. I flinched. “Keep going. I want this.”

Once he was inside me, he thrusted slowly. My body quickly adjusted to him. With one hand he held my hip, the other hand played with my clit.

“Are you enjoying this, Star?” He asked, slowly bringing me to an orgasm.

“I am. It feels so good!” I was in tears.

“The reason you’re about to have an orgasm that you’re going to enjoy is because your body is programmed to enjoy orgasms. With you actually wanting this orgasm, it’s going to feel so much. powerful.” He explained.

“I want this so much, Kale. I was thinking about you while they violated me. Now, I’m thinking about you, and I want everything you give me!” I was almost screaming.

“I want you to cum for me, pretty girl.” he thrusted harder and was pushing to my limits. I couldn’t hold back much longer.

The harder and faster he pounded into me, the more I felt myself relaxing and letting go. “Come for me, Star. Come for me.” And I did. I felt every bit of my sanity explode and the orgasm shot through me like lighting on a sandy beach, creating little glass figurines, only this was a memory that was fragile. I couldn’t let anything break me. I’m not sure if Kale would be able to fix my broken messes.

Once he released inside me and my orgasm settled, I went straight to the tub, and the water splashed everywhere. He cleaned me, dried me off, and carried me out of the bathroom. Kale went to the closet, grabbed a few pairs of clothes and I threw on sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt with a hoodie. Most of my bruises were covered.

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